Page 74 of How to Deal
I do as he says. I may not like to be told what to do, but damn, this is fucking hot, and I’m suddenly loving being told what to do.
My fingers work over me. Giving in has never been so easy with Tathan sliding in and out of my pussy at just the right speed. His dirty words whisperingovermy breathy moans become my breaking point.
When I start to shake, I feel the smile that lifts his cheeks pressed against my shoulder, his chest pressing more firmly into my back as my legs tense, trapped beneath his. “So sexy,” he whispers in my ear. “That’s it.”
I’m sweating so badly that when he rises, our bodies stick together. He gets up on his knees with me still flat on my stomach and then takes both his hands to grip my ass again, moving me the way he wants. My ass bounces on him, each movement more forceful than the last until he suddenly stops and brings my hips upsoI’m on my hands and knees before him.
I look back over my shoulder at him. He’s certainly not done with me.
I’m not going to lie; we probably try every position. Reverse cowgirl, missionary, doggie, spooning, crisscross. I had a pillow under my ass, my ankles wrapped around my ears, all that and loving every single minute of it.
Thirty-one minutes into it, yes, thirty-one exotic minutes, I’m soaking wet from sweat, as is Tathan, my legs burn. I’m shaking, and well, I feel fucked. I’ve had at least three orgasms while Tathan fought off two and came a little on my stomach, twice when he scrambled to stop and couldn’t.
At the thirty-two-minute mark, Tathan is panting, and I’m right there with him. I’m making some sort of similar noise, but it’s more like what you’d expect from someone who was having a panic attack.
We’re in the missionary position again, my hands on his ass as he pounds into me whispering dirty words. I certainly don’t need much friction down there anymore, and with the way his pubic bone presses against me with his hard thrusts, it’s easy.
I have to say it’s the best partaboutthe entire event. Aside from his kissing. It’s that I didn’t even have to try to have an orgasm.
With his head buried against my neck, certainly not speaking, hishipsmeet mine with erratic forceful movements.
“Shit. . . I’m sorry,” he mutters, as if I’m going to be disappointed he lasted half an hour. A violent growl emits from him while his body trembles, the room echoing our desperate cries.
The entire thing intensifies as he arches his back and fists my hair into both of his hands that are cradling my face.
He has nothing to be sorry about, and I think he knows this when he feels just how easily he slides in and out of me in those last few moments. We both gasp, our bodies trembling together as his movements slow.
Tathan sighs, letting go of my hair and rolls off me, his breathing ragged. “Jesus. . . .”
“That’s what I’ve been missing out on?” I sit up on my elbows and cock an eyebrow at him.
“Uh. . . .” He breathes heavily, watching my face, looking for any hint of satisfaction.
I don’t think he understands what I was implying, so I straddle him. “I meant that in a good way, Tathan. Now how long does this beast take to get ready again?” I gesture toward his monster between my legs.
“I could go all night long.” I goto climbon top again, half joking because I don’t think there is any way I could go again that soon, and he stops me. “I need a minute here.”
Just as we’re getting ready for round two, Jade is knocking on my door. “Amalie! I gotta go to work.”
“Shit.” I scramble to get to the door with a sheet covering my naked body.
When I get the door open, Jade frantically sets Oliver down inside my apartment and then jets out the door as I thank her.
“No prob!”
I’m not fast enough to get to Oliver, but thankfully, he doesn’t go into my room and instead camps out on the couch and closes his eyes like he’s exhausted.
When I get back to my room and close the door, Tathan’s waiting. “Round two?”
“Deal.”
We do go all night long. Turns out the Muff Magic Mate had some entertaining items in it. Penis boy knew his muff magic.
